My Dear's Lady

As a bolt Han Feimo sauntered out of the limousine. Qin Yue apartment was on the top floor of the left. He impatiently tapped his foot as the wood-panelled tab of the old-fashioned and rather slow elevator climbed from floor to floor. There were only three units on the top floor, and he headed straight for Qin Yue. As soon as he turned the key and let himself into the apartment and he heard noises. So he wondered whether the housekeeper was there as he walked toward the bedroom, prepared to frighten Aunt Pei. Han Feimo always favour the older woman, who always had a ready smile whenever he visited Qin Yue places. She got a kick out of the occasional pranks he played on her, and she made him feel as if he were back in University. But as what Han Feimo tried to listen, the sound so he was sure that coming from Qin Yue bedroom. Maybe Aunt Pei probably had the TV on while she cleaned. Grinning and already imagining Aunt Pei usual shocked face, Han Feimo gripped the door handle, pushed it down slowly, and yanked the door open. “Boo!” He almost choked when he didn’t see what he was expecting. This was not Aunt Pei who doing cleaning the apartment. “Feimo!” Xu Yiran listened politely and asked questions whenever the opportunity arose until suddenly her nose started twitching uncomfortably. She tried to hold back a sneeze, but too late. Her sneeze was too loud for polite society, she was sure. “Bless you!” All three of them said in unison. “Allergies,” Xu Yiran replied apologetically and pointed at the flowers while she rummaged in her small handbag to find her handkerchief. She never left home without it. As she pulled it out to clean her nose, something small and square fell out and onto the side table that housed the flower arrangement. Her head snapped in its direction, as did everybody else’s. Oh, no! One of the condoms she’d tucked into her purse had gotten tangled up with her handkerchief and fallen out. Instantly, Han Feimo hand elegantly swooped in, captured the safer and put it in his jacket pocket as if he were picking up nothing more than a candy wrapper. Xu Yiran caught his look. Oh God, she’d embarrassed him. His face seemed agitated. His cheeks turned red.